To glance aside at the clock revealed red numbers scrawled across a dull screen that blared and burned into her sleepy mind with a throb in her brain that she could not yet rest in delicate slumber in her own bed. As soft and homely as the cascading fabric along her spine felt, it was a restless effort of tossing and turning with (Eye Colour) eyes, like foggy gemstones, closed and unaware of the white curtains forming a veil across the floor with its cast shadows performing a lovely dance.
Unaware of the night that sent starry gazes upon her walls of (Colour), and the gazes would not part their soft stares from the sleepless figure as she turned onto her back with a swallow on a dry throat. But the curtans still allowed the beckoning light of the midnight sky to flood the room silently, ominous yet milky starlight swamping (Name's) floor like a bog of galaxies at her feet. And, among these galaxies, was the dawn of rosy hues and a distant blue sky that brought the dew drops beyond their icy state as they dripped upon crisp grass and clung at her feet and ankles as she felt the touch of cold earth now beneath her very step.
Once asleep, once restlessly tossing and awake, she then traipsed a more solid plain with those beautiful expressions reflecting upon her curiosity. She darted her majestic stare from sky to sky, horizon to horizon of dawn as the pinks, blues, and fading purples brought the sunlight into their abode. The lovely surroundings she was then engulfed in was gorgeously beyond earthly; it was divine. It was godly with the swirl of wild flowers on hilltop crests blending with the treeless distance that she found no end to. It all went on forever, and (Name) was rendered speechless by the extreme reality of her beautiful dream.
There had been water too; icy pools of rain that rippled in ceaseless circles that radiated outward from the very center were seen as mirrors with their chilled substance reflecting back at (Name) what no mirror could have shown her before. Her face was lovely, her eyes were like sugary swets that were ever-so delightful to meet, and ever-so wonderful to greet. She savoured such a look, and, for just a moment, blinked at the surface as if it were but a bitter lie.
But, alas, a figure beyond her reach often appreciated this sight as it were. It was no lie, not one he could confess to, yet he admired the way she was awed by her own, innocent beauty with touches across her sleek skin. Those cheeks were dusted with a soft blosh like that of a rose petal so pink that it stood out from the rest of its garden companions. This figure, proud of his world as it were the only one so royal and a legacy of beauty, stood afar to take in what he had promised to nurture and care to.
She was sleepless; her awakened soul revived by the veil of dreams he washed over her carefully like a wave of sugar and kindness that he doused over her head. He stood alert, yet intrigued as he ran a smooth palm over the silky length of russet hair tied back to lie upon his firm shoulder and chest. His eyes were a dark, chocolate brown that stared gently around him at the flowing rivers of teal and the vast expansion of lime green grass.
Colours were an array of distortion, contorted specifically by her pastel dreams and neon personality that vividly defined (Name) as being the vibrant girl our dream walker thought she would be. And, much to his glorious surprise as he laid his first glance upon her, she was gorgeous even at the distance as her body knelt peacefully by the smallest pool of teal, and touched hands to her own neck and cheek in wonder.
Her admirer was Wang Yao, his only existence lying in a plane beyond earthly means meant he was seldom seen by the eyes of anyone, none that could recall his dreamy, handsome face that was concealed behind the veil of white clouds and morning fog. He was born as a dream, yet lived as a proud human male as he too slept like every other human to thrive in the realm where those that knew him did not piece together his often disappearances, nor concern themselves with his oddly unique way of hypnotizing them with a loving care and smile.
He was born of the Asian ethnicity; his red Mandarin jacket enveloping him with large, billowing sleeves that were traced with the details of gold plum blossoms and vines. As he sat forward on the grassy area to catch a glimpse of his sleepless beauty, he was stricken with the cold grasp of envy that wrapped his heart over how carefully (Name) poked slender fingers at the surface of the puddle.
But he was fearless to approach. Wang Yao stood swiftly, jacket swishing audibly as he kept arms folded before his chest in his stride toward the path of dawn ahead. It was a universe of joyous lights much like the aurora borealis that streaked the sky above with shimmering colours and star-lit spirals. (Name) jerked her head his way, but was not quite mortified by his appearance. No, she was soothed by the sight of a calming smile and a bowed head. He looked respectable; his porcelain skin as smooth as the reflection of a sincere mirror, and those eyes of his had the affect of a thousand precious animals that pleaded for the love and affection they would deserve.
He stopped just at her back, and sighed in relief as her own glittering smile met his. She had pearly teeth as she rose to greet him face to face; it was miraculous that her heart did not fear the man, but, rather, enjoyed his presence at her side. It somehow felt nice to know she was not really alone in the strange plane of dancing skies and milky dawns.
"Hello," She was awfully shy to say with her hand offering the smallest wave. It was only a tiny gesture that dropped away in mere seconds of her dusky blush. "This place is so pretty."
She was so amazed, twirling around to view the epitome of luxury surrounding them.
"I must say the same; this is your own design actually." Wang Yao bowed to her respectfully, and fluttered his eyes around to the sunrise rising upon the crest of teal water and tall grass. The wafting scent of sweet dreams rushing to his senses made his breath hitch sharply at its power. This was no dream of his own; this was the place she so desired. And the only sweetness she dreamed of was the delicious flavour and scent of fluffy cotton candy. "Your dreams taste rather sweet and lovely."
"If this is a dream it's an awfully real one." She was rendered speechless, but nothing seemed to register correctly. Why was she not so afraid of the location she sat lost within, nor frightened by the boy that introduced himself long ago, it seemed, for his name stuck in her mind. She clutched her elbow skeptically, though remained quiet as he continued to speak and inhale the air's sweet scent into his own lungs.
He offered her a hand, a hand that was concealed through the silk fabric of red that was fluttered by a far more gentle caress of the breeze about them. Should she have spent more than a second pondering her given situation, she would have felt no different about the one who offered out his hand kindly as he rose his head to the sky, pointing upward as if his wrist had thrust through the layer of pink into an abundant seal of lavender and hazy mist that spun out gaping galaxies of churning sights she'd never before laid eyes upon.
(Name) was in awe as her (Eye Colour) eyes did nothing to compare to such beauty revealing itself above them, the contorting rays of the dawn twisting into a majestic scenery of stone and hanging ivy like the garden of some fantasy that, amid the dreamy cycle her head spiraled through, was blossoming into a fruitful existence so bright her heart throbbed within her chest anxiously to pick just one precious rose that popped from the earthen soil to greet her with petals so pink.
"This is no universe of which you have ever seen; this is a dream that distorts itself to your very own beliefs and loves. It twists itself into the loves of your own decision." Wang Yao spread his arms wide, sleeves falling to his waist as he let amber-brown eyes glisten under the touch of dreamy, vanilla skies that encircled them in a storm of sensitive rain and clouds. "You had lain sleepless for so long, and this, this is the result of a vivid dreamer that lies awake at night with a heavy conscience, and much love in her heart."
He looked to her with a breeze of innocence upon his face that was mesmerizing and made her heart throb with an ache she had never quite realized quite long ago. Had her dreams only fabricated a perfect face such as the man who stood before her in a dreamy state with wind-swept bangs and lovely eyes that suited something fragile and yet masculine all at once.
He had potential to be someone realistic, so realistic, in fact, that she stared into his existence as if pondering to herself if she could reach out with her bare fingertips and graze the silk of his Mandarin jacket carefully. And she did so, with the touch of sweeping silk reaching her senses with a shiver.
"Eh?" He made an audible sound of confusion that caused her to step back a slight amount before taking a peek back to his face curiously to see him smiling. "You feel the need to be certain I am real?"
She stammered, though ended with a confident note. "Are you?"
Wang Yao shrugged. He was unreasonably made to be different. He was defined by a plane of imagination that fabricated only a personality of ethnicity and indirect speech patterns that wove between the choices of those he pacified in their sleepless nights. He observed their harmless terrors, sitting on window sills in nods and yawns as he too pitied the girls for being so tired yet restless. Their dreams may become nightmares, their lives losing interest as they fall deep into ruts. Wang Yao defined himself as only a mobile of starry nights and veils of dreams that swept into others minds like the breeze, whispering sweet promises of sleep into their ears until they would arrive with regards to him, and sleep peacefully in their own beds as if he had yet to exist.
But she had touched upon his sleeve. Her assurance of reality gave him too a sense that he was so much more than a beloved dream, and he was, in fact, alive like everyone else in their forgiving worlds, despite their worlds being quite different.
"I am no more real than yourself."
She could recognize beauty when it displayed itself before her. She saw what he truly was, forgetting that, entirely, he was but a figment of her imagination that had surfaced suddenly from the nights lying awake. He is not real, she assured herself, lacing fingers between his own as she blushed with a confident smile, but he seems so real.
Wang Yao, dancing with her beneath the yellowing dawn, offered a goodbye kiss that dodged her lips to be placed on her cheek aqs he bid her a hasty farewell with her mind on cloud nine. Glitzy with star dust, her eyes blinked into the fading sky with expressive love hitting her heart.
She did not care what her dreams illustrated as being not real, for, he was as real as real could be with his final kiss passionately still resting upon her flesh even as he was nearly gone to the constellations now transforming into a veil of fog. He was gone into a breeze that whispered sweet goodbyes and treasured memories they had shared for only a few moments.
"Remember not when we met, but the kiss on your cheek, and the garden of your own sanctuary that blossoms only for you."
Would she remember?
♡♡♡(Name) reveled in her dreams for a while, and marveled how on earth she could be so silly within her own mind to believe she could have seen someone of a face she had never beheld.
She asked herself this question, arriving too soon into her own bed with eyes fluttering open to a window cracked open and the breeze in her room chilly against her skin. The night had been long gone, but the early morning clung to the air like winter as Spring was only just revealing its new self to nature.
She was quite distracted that morning- distracted indeed as she flounced out of her bedroom, strolling past a distinct painting on her mantle that depicted the most friendly, the most imaginative cotton candy dream, and the figure that sat a distance away in its frame was, though faint, a red, outfitted male, with its softened eyes almost starry and dream-like.
"I am no more real than yourself."